It’s hard for me to know what to say about Girls. I like it tremendously; yet I think the critiques of its racial politics are valid. I want to give Lena Dunham a lecture (perhaps the lecture I delivered at grad school about being conscious of the blindness of privilege as we write) and I want to give her a hug.
Ok. I didn’t want to address it. First, it seemed like a stupid thing to be talking about at all, and then it just seemed stupid, and now it’s mostly sad. But I found that thoughts on the topic were accumulating, unbidden, in my head. So, pardon my being unfashionably late to this particular pity party, but here are a few musings on Anthony Weiner.